spavined

went explorin' through the woods
and came upon the saddest sight
I'd never seen a house, not house,
just some ole timbers
retaken by the trees
tilted so
not quite right
I went inside
scared, trepidatious
the floor, it bent
the boards all creaked
on the ground a threadbare rug
and what was left of roof just leaked
but sadder still that broke my heart
a battered bookshelf 'gainst the wall
the books all spavined, swole with damp
and mold was growing on them all